I'm with you either way



.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

𝔸𝕊 Arya's cries echoed into the desolate air, Quaritch's voice pierced through the sorrow, crackling over the communicator. "Can you hear me, Corpral?" Neytan heard the message loud and clear, his jaw clenching with anger and fear as he listened. "Yeah, yeah, I think you can. Mr. Miller. I got your daughters. Same deal as Arya's before," Quaritch's voice sounded, dripping with malice and deceit. Neytan's gaze shifted to the ship, his heart pounding in his chest as he processed the implications.

Turning to Lo'ak, Neytan's voice was tense with urgency. "Where are your sisters?" he demanded, his eyes searching his son's face for answers. Lo'ak met his father's gaze, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he responded quietly, "I don't know." Tsireya's voice broke the tense silence, her words carrying a heavy weight. "They're on the ship. They're tied up on the ship," she confessed, her voice trembling with worry. Spider, ever cautious, added crucial details, his words careful and deliberate.

"They're at the moon pool. At the well deck. Midships," Spider supplied, his eyes meeting Neytan's with determination. Neytan's mind raced with the new information, his resolve hardening as he knew what needed to be done. Moving to Arya's side, Neytan spoke gently, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos of emotions. "Let's go. We gotta go. Come on, let's go," he urged, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek, his eyes pleading for her to rally her strength. "Listen to me. Listen to me," Neytan implored, his voice steady and determined. "They have our daughters. They have our daughters," he repeated, his words a grim reminder of the stakes they faced.

Arya's tears ceased as Neytan's words sank in, his touch grounding her in the present moment. Placing his hand over her heart, Neytan whispered words of encouragement. " I need you with me. Strong heart... Strong heart," he repeated, his voice a mantra of resilience. A flicker of determination sparked in Arya's eyes as she met Spider's gaze, her voice firm and resolute. "Show me," she commanded, her voice carrying a newfound strength born of maternal instinct and unwavering resolve.

Spider nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze filled with respect for Arya's decision. Arya's eyes then fell upon Lo'ak, her heart aching at the thought of leaving him behind. "You stay with your brother," she instructed, her voice firm but filled with maternal concern. Neytan mounted his ikran and soared into the sky, leaving behind a sense of urgency in the air.

"Mom, I want to go with you," Lo'ak pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he rose to his feet. Arya met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and sorrow.

"No. I won't lose you too," Arya responded, her voice resolute as she turned away, unwilling to risk the safety of her remaining son. With a heavy heart, she joined Spider on the tsurak, preparing to embark on their perilous journey. As they submerged beneath the water's surface, Arya's gaze hardened, her emotions veiled behind a facade of steely determination. She retrieved a spear lodged in a nearby boat, her grip tightening around its shaft as her eyes blazed with a dangerous resolve.

With a silent determination, Arya and Spider swam toward the looming ship, their movements swift and deliberate. Emerging from the water, Arya's senses sharpened as she assessed the situation, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

"Where are they?" Arya demanded, her voice cutting through the tension as Spider briefed her on the girls' location. Arya's heart pounded in her chest as she steeled herself for what lay ahead. Arya halted abruptly, sensing danger lurking ahead. She motioned for Spider to stay back, her instincts guiding her forward as she moved with purpose. Quaritch's voice crackled over the communicator, his words laden with malice and deceit. Arya's jaw clenched in anger, her resolve hardening in the face of his threats. "Talk to me, Corporal. This ship's going down... and your girls with it. Your boy didn't have to die. You brought that on yourself," Quaritch's voice taunted, igniting a fierce determination within Arya as she prepared to confront the enemy head-on.

With a fierce glare, Arya ascended above the chaos, her eyes fixed on her daughters below. Quaritch's voice echoed in her ears, his taunts fuelling her anger and determination. "You thought you could keep your family safe, but you can't. Only one way to keep them safe. So, let's get this over with before you lose another kid," Quaritch's words cut through the air like a knife, igniting a fire within Arya's heart.

Without hesitation, Arya retrieved a grenade from her vest pocket, her movements swift and deliberate. With practiced precision, she placed the grenade between the missiles, her mind focused solely on the task at hand. "Get down!" Arya shouted to Spider, her voice cutting through the chaos as she prepared for the explosion. In an instant, the grenade detonated, unleashing a wave of destruction that engulfed the surrounding area in flames.

Amidst the chaos and carnage, Arya emerged from the smoke, her eyes burning with rage and determination. As a soldier and a man rushed to aid the survivors, Arya's vision narrowed to a singular focus.

With lethal precision, Arya lunged forward, her spear finding its mark as she swiftly dispatched the soldier with a single thrust. Without pause, she pivoted, driving the other end of the spear into the throat of the soldier Avatar, her movements fluid and relentless. In that moment, Arya was consumed by a primal fury, her senses heightened as she succumbed to the intoxicating rush of battle. All she could see was red, all she could feel was the thirst for vengeance, as she unleashed her fury upon her enemies.

Arya and Neytan fought with unwavering determination, their every move calculated and precise. As Z-dog unleashed a hail of bullets, Arya's finger tightened on the trigger, her shots finding their mark with deadly accuracy. But before the danger could escalate, Neytan descended from above, his arrow piercing through Z-dog with deadly precision. With Z-dog neutralized, Arya and Neytan sprang into action, swiftly dispatching two soldiers before they could react. Neytan's arrow found its mark once more, eliminating another threat as Arya regrouped beside him, her gaze unwavering.

Bounding onto the metal balcony, Arya's gun blazed as she took down a soldier with lethal efficiency. Bullets rained down around her, but Arya pressed on, her movements fluid and precise. With a swift shove, she sent a man hurtling over the railing, clearing the way for Neytan's arrival.

Neytan landed amidst a storm of gunfire, but he remained unfazed, his focus unbroken as he sought cover behind the submarine. As soldiers closed in on his position, Neytan seized the opportunity to strike, his arrow finding its mark with deadly accuracy. Meanwhile, Arya engaged in hand-to-hand combat, using her strength and agility to overpower her foes. With a savage blow, she incapacitated a soldier before turning her attention to the Avatar beside him. With relentless determination, Arya unleashed a flurry of blows, her axe swinging with deadly force until her enemy lay lifeless at her feet.

But the battle was far from over. Bullets continued to fly as Arya and Neytan fought side by side, their every move a dance of death and survival. With Neytan's arrow finding its mark once more, and Arya's axe cleaving through the enemy ranks, they fought with unmatched ferocity.

Arya's instincts kicked in as she saw Lyle reaching for his gun, a threat aimed squarely at Neytan. Without hesitation, she closed the distance in a blur of motion, her foot connecting with Lyle's face with bone-crushing force. As he staggered back, Arya seized his arm, delivering a brutal stomp that snapped bone like a twig.

With a swift motion, Arya spun around, forcing Lyle to face her wrath head-on. Gripping him tightly, she lifted him off his feet, her axe gleaming in the dim light as she swung it with deadly intent. The blade sliced through the air, meeting its mark with a sickening thud as it cleaved across Lyle's face, sending him tumbling over the edge and into the unforgiving waters below.

Meanwhile, Neytan faced a new threat, a soldier attempting to close in on him. But before the enemy could take aim, Neytan's arrow found its mark, swiftly dispatching the threat. Tuk's joyful exclamation broke through the chaos, her happiness palpable as she recognized her father's presence amidst the turmoil. "It's dad!" Arya, too, held her ground, her axe a deadly extension of her will as she intercepted another soldier's advance with lethal precision. Kiri's voice rang out in defiance, "And mom!" echoing her mother's sentiment as she faced down Quaritch with unwavering resolve. "That's right. They're coming for you." In the face of their united front, Quaritch's bravado faltered, replaced by a flicker of fear. But any hope of intimidation was swiftly quashed as Tuk hissed back at him.

Arya moved with deadly precision, dropping down behind the unsuspecting soldiers like a ghost of vengeance. Her knife flashed in the dim light as she struck with lethal intent, dispatching her enemies with ruthless efficiency. The first fell silently, taken by surprise as Arya's blade found its mark.

Without hesitation, she moved on to the next, her movements fluid and calculated. With a swift stab from the side, she incapacitated her target before hoisting him up, her grip unyielding as she swiftly ended his life with a sharp twist of his neck. As the lifeless body fell to the ground, Arya wasted no time, using it as a weapon to knock another soldier off balance. She closed in on him with relentless determination, delivering fatal blows with each strike of her knife. Spider watched in horror from his hiding spot, his breath caught in his throat as he witnessed Arya's relentless assault. Her actions seemed driven by a primal rage, her cries mingling with the sound of her victim's blood spilling onto the floor and on her.

One by one, the soldiers fell before her onslaught, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as Arya's fury consumed her. Spider dared not intervene, frozen in terror as he watched the scene unfold before him. Finally, Arya's rampage came to an end, her bloodlust sated for the moment. As she moved away, Spider breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to escape her wrath unscathed but haunted by the chilling display of violence he had just witnessed.

Neytan's heart pounded with fear and rage as he saw his daughter, Kiri, in Quaritch's grasp. Tuk's voice, filled with relief and fear, pierced through the tension, but Neytan's focus remained on the dangerous scene unfolding before him. He approached Tuk and quickly freed her from her restraints, his mind racing with worry for Kiri's safety. "Where's your sister? Where is she?" Neytan's voice trembled with urgency as he prepared to face whatever danger lay ahead.

Tuk's response was barely a whisper, pointing in the direction where Kiri was being held captive. Neytan nodded grimly, steeling himself for what he might find. "Stay behind me," he instructed Tuk, his voice firm but filled with concern for his daughters.

As Neytan cautiously advanced, his worst fears were realized when Quaritch emerged from the shadows, holding Kiri captive with a knife to her throat. Tuk's cry of distress pierced the air, but Neytan remained focused, his every instinct urging him to protect his daughter at all costs. "Kiri!" Tuk's anguished cry echoed Neytan's own internal turmoil as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Quaritch's threats. "Weapons down." His fingers tightened around his bow, ready to take action, but Quaritch's menacing grip on Kiri stayed his hand. "Do not test me!" Quaritch's chilling words sent a shiver down Neytan's spine, "You already lost a kid today, do you really want to lose another?" His gaze locked on his daughter's terrified face. Kiri's defiant plea only fuelled Neytan's resolve, but he knew that any sudden move could spell disaster.

Reluctantly, Neytan complied with Quaritch's demands, lowering his weapons and kicking them away as ordered. The sight of cuffs being tossed his way filled him with a sense of powerlessness, but Neytan knew he had to bide his time, waiting for the right moment to act.

Spider's desperate plea only added to the tension, "No, no please just don't hurt her!" But Neytan's attention remained fixed on Kiri, his heart aching with the need to protect her. As Quaritch issued his final warning, "Stand there! Don't move." Neytan's mind raced, searching for a way to outmanoeuvre their captor and save his daughter from harm.

Arya moved through the shadows like a silent spectre, her eyes gleaming with an unyielding determination. As she approached, her presence sent a shiver down the spine of those around her. With Spider held firmly in her grasp, her knife pressed against his throat, she confronted Quaritch with a fierce resolve. "Release... or I'll cut," Arya's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, her words dripping with a chilling intensity. Quaritch's surprise was evident, but he remained defiant. "What, you think I care about some kid? He's not mine... we're not even the same species," he retorted callously.

Spider's pleas, "Please, just let her go. Don't hurt her." Spider plead to his father as Arya's grief and rage threatened to consume her. Kiri's desperate pleas echoed in the air, pleading for her mother to show mercy, "Mom, don't kill him." Neytan tried to intervene, holding Tuk back, his voice filled with concern and disbelief.

"Listen to me, just let her go. Don't hurt her. Please," Spider's voice trembled with fear, his eyes pleading with Arya for mercy. With a cold glare, Arya sliced Spider's chest, causing him to cry out in pain. "I cut," she declared, her gaze never leaving Quaritch's face. Quaritch, sensing Arya's resolve as she lifted her knife to strike Spider, Quaritch reluctantly released Kiri, "No!" Before tossing her aside before Neytan rushed to her side. The tension hung heavy in the air as Arya and Quaritch locked eyes in a silent battle of wills as Arya placed the knife to Spider's throat.

Neytan's voice, filled with love and desperation, urged Arya to reconsider her actions. "Ma Arya, what are you doing?" he questioned, his words laced with concern as Quartich spoke, "You really gonna kill a kid, Arya?"

Arya's response was venomous, her grief and anger boiling over. "You killed my son," she hissed, her voice filled with raw emotion.

Kiri, in a quiet yet determined voice, tried to reason with her mother, "Mom... enough. Mom, enough." However, Arya's rage remained unchecked as she hissed at her daughter then turned back to Quaritch. Neytan, standing by her side, pleaded with her to let Spider go, his calm demeanour a stark contrast to Arya's fury, "Ma Arya, love, let him go."

"A son for a son," Arya muttered, her resolve unwavering. Neytan's gentle insistence finally began to break through Arya's rage, his words coaxing her back from the brink, "Arya, listen to me. You don't want to do this, this isn't you, okay? This isn't you." Slowly, Arya lowered her knife, releasing Spider, who stumbled back into Kiri's waiting arms.

Arya's voice cut through the tension like a blade, commanding and resolute. "Spider... get them out of here," she ordered, her gaze unwavering as she directed Spider to lead her family to safety. Tuk, clinging to Neytan's hand, pleaded with him to come along, the urgency in her voice palpable.

But Quaritch's bitter words interrupted their departure, his venomous intent hanging heavy in the air. "I owe you a death," he spat at Neytan, his voice laced with malice. Neytan's fury blazed in his eyes as he bristled at Quaritch's threat, but Tuk's gentle plea snapped him out of his anger.

"Papa," Tuk implored, her small hand tugging at Neytan's, urging him to follow Spider into the safety of the water.

Meanwhile, Quaritch turned his attention back to Arya, his tone dripping with contempt. "You're not leaving, are you, Arya? Knowing I'm out there. Knowing that I'll never stop. I'm coming for you. And when I do, I'll kill your whole family," he taunted, his words a chilling promise of future violence. Arya halted in her tracks, her resolve unshaken by Quaritch's threats. With her family calling to her, she turned to face Quaritch, her gaze steely and unyielding. "Then let's get it done," she declared.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.



By: SilverMist707

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